How can you be happy?
When so many people have died because of you?
How can you be happy?
When you know what people had to do?
They all expect me to be happy for our "win"
How can they expect me to be happy?
When it feels like a sin?
I am glad for the one who have lived
The ones who made it through
But I am sorry for all they had to give
Their time, their happiness, and the ones they love
They tell me to be happy
But how is this something to be proud of?